flux

You know, for somebody who derives at least some of her income from looking pretty in front of a camera, I sure do take some really horribly unattractive pictures.


Thanks to Jujubee's phone cam, a right good bean-throttling was captured for posterity.

We bought a George Foreman grill. Just as I never have seen myself joyfully purchasing the latest Michael Crichton novel, I don't really peg myself as a Lean, Mean,Fat-Reducing Grilling Machine enthusiast. But I read C-dogg's new global-warming-is-a-scam novel while visiting my folks this winter, so I suppose it was only time that I succumbed to the Grill. And, as it turns out, that shit's amazing, especially because it ignites that primal urge to grill that seems to have been instilled in men, allowing me an evening off from dining duties.

My new desktop is one I made of Bianca Beauchamp, who I think is probably the most sexually attractive woman I know of. Sometimes, when I'm dozing off on the couch, I pretend she's my girlfriend.



Flux's lesson of the week: Between the hip bar and the bar that serves free hotdogs, always pick the free hotdogs. And I wuv Sloane.